Ahhhh, writer’s block…

There is absolutely nothing worse than giving up while writing, mid-way through a sentence. Well, there is worse things, when you think about it- the mass genocides during World War II, the fact that William Regal has never held a major championship, when a pizza place puts slightly more pepper than you can tolerate (yeah, you asked for jalapenos, big man- now you’ve got to suffer them!) Continue reading

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Blue Monday. Apparently.

According to some journalists with nothing else to write about, today is apparently called Blue Monday, and is the single most depressing day of the calender year, according to a random equation that manages to make no sense whatsoever. I’m going to write it all off as rubbish- mainly because instead of a single, 24-hour day, I’ve had a fairly bleak few days, that don’t seem to be ending anytime soon. Continue reading

2013. It can jog on.

As I’m writing this, I’m in bed. I’ve either come down with a bad case of food poisoning or that norovirus that seems to be sweeping across everyone- although with my near-non-existent digestion and fairly weak immune systems, I can’t rule out anything really. All I’ll say is that throwing up several times at work is not good record shop etiquette. You never saw John Cusack blowing chunks in High Fidelity, did you?

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People are rubbish- Gahhhh!

I don’t know why, but just as certain seasons (in the retail world- remember, it’s not Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter- it’s Valentine’s Day/Easter, Holidays/Back To School, Halloween/Thanksgiving and Christmas) brings out the idiocy in consumers, crap weather brings out the arseholitude (it that a word? It looks and sounds right…) in motorists. Continue reading

It’s Supposed To Be Funny. Apparently (A rant, with a little bit afterwards about my day)

Wow- long title. As I’m writing this, I’m sat upstairs in a branch of Cafe Nero, sipping at an iced lemonade. It’s a Tuesday afternoon. Now, you might be wondering, Why? You almost never post on Tuesdays, and you’re normally at home. What’s going on? Well, if you give me a chance, I’ll explain. Continue reading